His attempt to flirt by text went badly. After he ended their brief relationship, she suddenly called him the best man she had dated.

His coworker admitted she had feelings for him. He said he loved his wife—but their shared workplace still leaves me uneasy.

After four promising dates, he told me he planned to meet another woman. We aren’t exclusive, but his honesty hasn’t made the news easier to hear.

I dressed for dinner. My date was looking around my apartment and imagining moving in—and years later, I am still meeting men with housing on their minds.

After almost two years as friends with benefits, he stopped during sex to tell me I was his only true friend. I hadn’t asked about his feelings.

Before our third date, she asked to photograph my driver’s license for her friend. I offered to meet separately, but the date never happened.

A canceled visit left me tired and disappointed. Asking for a quiet evening turned into our first—and last—relationship argument.

After a few slow dates, I want to show her how much I like her. A dinner plan is easier than knowing how to make the next move.